As she starts to get into it and rhythmically fucking me back. I pull my cock out with a huge pop. I push her down into the mattress. Laying on top of... her lettings my cock rest.I grab her hair and whisper in her ear "Misty, your pussy is nice but, I want something that hasn't had more Mexicans in it than the Rio Grande!" She starts to say something but, realizes she's still gagged.I whisper again as my fingers slip from her cum slopped pussy into her asshole, " It's only rape if you say no or. But not sure you should go up the ladder in that skirt” he said with a giggle wondering what her reaction would be, “It’s dusty and I would hate your mother getting mad that you got it dirty” he continued justifying his comment.Ella laughed, “Oh it’s ok Uncle Rog” she sighed softly, “Maybe I should just take it off” she continued with a giggle which was music to his ears and just that comment alone sent the blood rushing south.Roger knew from Ollie that Ella was a tease and he was about to find. If I want to give a number or email address or whatever to someone, I write it on the back of the card. It was definitely one of my cards. And I don’t hand out my cards to just everyone, so in all likelihood I had personally met whoever had this card.Beneath the image was a caption which read, “If you can find them you can free them.” At the bottom of the white caption area was another line typed in one of those fonts which are supposed to look like they are hand written. It said, “Or die. She was a full blooded Cheyenne, pretty, slim and short with nice full breasts and a really curvy ass. When she saw me checking her out she smiled at me again. I guess she had made up her mind that I wasn’t going to hurt her. As the sun set, we finished off the meager meal. I opened the bedroll and she got in beside me. For the first time I heard her giggle a little as she wiggled into a comfortable position next to me. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezed her and went to sleep. When I woke.